MTG Salvation

Faust blinks.

Poor choice of words.

I meant about stolen items that I've found.
He says trying again.

Faust nods, chewing slowly. He decides to wait for Horace to finish his patrol. Meanwhile there is another matter to take care of.
Would I talk to the same person about stolen items?

Faust tears off a piece of the bread then pops it into his mouth. He nods at the barkeeper, answering his question.

Where can I find him?
He asks, swallowing and taking a sip of wine, before attacking the bread again.

Faust hands the bartender his money, then asks while he waits,
Who would I talk to regarding a certain bounty?

Walking in Faust takes note of the patrons, then goes up to the person at the bar to order some plain bread and red wine to wash it down with.

Faust walks into the village, looking for a place where he can get some food, and perhaps get a good grasp of who's in charge here.

Faust awakes from a peaceful night's rest. Looking at the small table next to his bed, he wonders what he should do with the items he took from the bandit. He takes the stranger's satchel and looks at the gems inside. They look dull.

Don't think I can get much use out of these.

He decides he'll give the satchel and sword to the authorities at Dars and let them decide.

These aren't my things. If I take them I'll be no better than the bandit.

However he keeps the gold and the silver mask.

It's not like anyone will need these gold... It doesn't really belong to any one person now. And the mask I'll need...

He takes out the piece of parchment that the madman had, examining it in the daylight.

I thought so. Another of Jack's bounties. I'll probably be able to get the reward if I give him the mask.

He stands up and stretches, gathering his things before leaving the inn, giving a nod of farewell to the innkeeper. Once outside he thinks about summoning his specter to fly him to Dars but decides against it.

It's a nice day for a walk.

He starts back on the path to hunt the Beast of Dars.

Thank you very much.
Grabbing the keys Faust goes to his assigned room, removing the satchels, sword and his Cross before falling fast asleep.

Faust searches through his satchel, bringing forth the silver coins. He hands them to the man attempting another smile.

Faust makes sure to keep his hand well away from the weapons. Holding them out in a non-threatening gesture he tries to smile at the man, failing badly given his weariness, making him seem more crazy than peaceful.
Great, he's probably more afraid of me now.
Speaking out loud he says
Yes, I'm just here for a room for the night. Nothing more. You don't have anything to worry about. I'm not gona harm you.
He grimaces as he hears what he sounds like.
Nice going there pal.

Tired from the day's events, Faust finds himself starting to sleep on his mount' back. Luckily he manages to spot the inn through half closed eyes. Directing his mount to land, he dismisses it once on ground, not wanting to panic the residents. He steps through the door and looks around for the innkeeper.

Faust looks up at the sky. It doesn't look as if he'll have time to travel to Dars today. It's probably best if he stops by Ravnica for the night.
He dismisses one specter, mounting behind the other one and commands it to travel back to the location they came from. Perhaps the madmen's satchel is still there. Once there he searches around for it, then flies along the road to Ravnica, looking for an inn to spend the night.

Faust winces at the mess he made. He never wanted his creature to kill the man, just to maim him. Dismounting from his specter, he searches the man's corpse for stolen goods, desperately trying to ignore the stench of flesh.

Get that man!
He points his finger down towards the fleeing bandit, instructing one specter to claw at the man, and the other to tackle into the horse.